Y/n's POV
~insta~
(A picture of our soft boy when you first got together sitting on grass whilst holding your hand and smirking *You were the one taking the pic*)
Y/n Black: Happy Birthday to my best friend ❤️. I'm glad you are still here. We've been through so many ups and downs but we still held up pretty well together and I hope it'll stay this way.
"Holly shit!"
"I'm happy everything turned out alright with you two💞"
"Back off"
"Best friend? Bish just friend zoned him"
"he's too cute uwu"
"Omg he looks so young in this pic"
"Imagine how hard it was to keep this a secret. They've been together for so long and they didn't get caught"
„Happy Birthday." I hugged him and felt him smiling against my shoulder. He looked at his reflection at the mirror and sighed. He told me he didn't want to become 25.
At least not yet.
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21:27 pm
Everyone celebrates their birthday each year. It's a like anniversary for being born when in reality you did nothing that day. It was technically all your mothers work. You are just aging and growing older.
For Peter birthday wasn't a celebration. It was an excuse for people to have fun, get waisted while he sat on a corner watching other people have fun wishing him Happy Birthday. He might be surrounded by so many people but he still felt lonely.
"What's the fucking point? We're all gone die one day."
All he wanted to do was stay home with the one he loves and spend a cozy night together. He got suffocated standing around so many people dancing, smoking and drinking.
He wasn't the Birthday type or maybe the Birthday party type but he'd still have them, not because he wanted to it was because he had to.
"Happy birthday Mr. Parker." Daniela gave him a small hug and introduced him to her boyfriend. "This is Justin. My boyfriend."
His face dropped as soon as she said the word boyfriend. I honestly couldn't recall on what I was doing because I wasn't there when that happened. I wouldn't know what he was thinking.
I was drinking and talking in the bar with Tyler when that happened. Tyler was talking to me but I spaced out completely and soon enough I felt something strange burning in my stomach.
I looked inside my drink for a pure moment wandering if I drank too much already. Little did I know it wasn't just the drinks' fault. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" "Sure."
I let my drink fall down to the floor and watched it shatter into tiny pieces as the wine spilled all over the floor.
All the sudden I felt dizzy. The flashing lights around me turned a shade of blue and then purple and then red and finally black. All the air in my lungs was gone by my last breath.
The thing is, it felt too good to be real. I used to love holding my breath for too long until I felt like passing out. My breath used to stop on its own when I panicked. I felt like this when I tried out drugs for the first time. It felt so strange but so interesting at the same time.
I wanted to go to the bathroom but my feet were glued to the dance floor. They got heavier every time I tried to move.
Everything was foggy in my eyes. Everyone stopped moving except me. I could finally move I ran into the restroom but when I opened the door I was back into the club.
Everyone was dancing, minding their own business. I looked around and saw everything in slow motion. I opened the door to the restroom and looked behind.
They went normal again.
I rushed to a stall and puked and somebody walked inside. "Y/n? Are you in here?" It was him.
Shit
I stupidly forgot to lock the door so he was able to walk inside and see me in the ground vomiting.
"Y/N oh my god!" "I'm fine I just-"
He kneeled down and put his hand on my back "-drank too much."
I whipped my face and he helped me stand up. "Y/n you've been gone for almost half an hour? Where the hell have you been?"
"I was with Tyler."
"Yeah that was 30 minutes ago."
"Thirty minutes?" It was like three minutes in my head.
"Yes. You're not going to drink no more tonight. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I was being sarcastic.
"I don't know what to do with you. I can't send you home but you can't stay here."
That's the last thing I remembered clearly from that night. Peter told me the next morning what happened the rest of the night. Not really necessary to the story.
He explained to me what happened afterwards but I was sober enough when it happened meaning that I just wanted to see his reaction.
"Happy Birthday Spider-Guy."
He gave me a small peck on my cheek and hugged my waist. "You wanna know if I want to marry you?"
"Cause I do."
"Not now pumpkin." My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as I heard that nickname. He hadn't called me pumpkin in years. He sounded so disappointed.
"Why not. I love you you love me, Why not get married?"
"Cause you are clearly drunk."
"Yes but it's because I love you, I don't love you cause I'm drunk!"
"I love you too." I kissed him and was going to take my top off but he stopped my hands from going any further.
"No. Don't. I want you. I don't want you naked. I don't want sex. I just want you to lay here on top of me. With this tank top and these shorts hugging me. I want you here all night with me and do nothing."
That's the part he left out. He told me after stopping me he put me to sleep in the bed. And that was only half the truth.
"God damit Pete. How can you do this to me? How do you have such an effect on me?"
"Have you seen the effect you have on me?"
"We waisted one damn year. We could've gotten married. Y/n I'm so sorry, I am worthless. You shouldn't have fallen in love with me. I'm-"
"You're mine. If I am marrying you I'm marrying all of you. It includes the parts of you that you may not like and the parts that you are working on because that's what people do when they are in love."
"Come here." He put his hands on my butt and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down gave me a little kiss on my forehead; whispering "Sweet dreams pumpkin."
He was too vulnerable at the moment that's why he put me to bed. Every time we'd have a cheesy conversation he would find a way to end it cause he didn't like showing any signs of weakness.
Just sitting in a cloud ☁️🌫
Word count: 1196
-Alison⛈
